July 13, 2009

Clowns used to be everywhere. But they must’ve gone into hiding because it took me a solid week of scouring various thrift stores to find one suitable for burning — one showing the right mixture of childish innocence and sadism.

I think the search ended pretty well:

So last night I huddled in the yard with my matches and can of gasoline, and I totally nuked the little guy. It was tons of fun.

But I really have no idea what they use in clown paint nowadays. I haven’t gotten this high since inhaling molten Chinese plastic a while back. And the whole night was restless and sweaty. I totally need some sort of protection against brain damage if I ever burn clowns in the future.